It was that time of the year. A time that made the Sinners under Dante's wing feel more lighthearted, except for a few (read: Sinclair). Some decided to decorate the inside of Mephistopheles with garlands and spheres, so it would look much more welcoming. In fact, a sort of 'Secret Santa' was organised, where everyone got another a present. When Ishmael revealed she'd gotten Heathcliff, things went a little... violent.

Nevermind that! One Don Quixote had squealed with glee when Faust gifted her another Fixer figurine for her collection. Outis had gifted you an agenda, so you'd be 'punctual and organised'. You didn't know if that was an insult or not, but decided to leave it at that. You gave Ryōshū a brand new lighter, to which she replied, 'N.B.'

When others had begun to drink, and chat, you stayed by the sidelines, content with watching. Quixote loudly cleared her throat beside you to get your attention. She was holding a torn branch, from which it dangled mistletoe. A very obviously self-made thing.

Being as she was shorter, she stretched out her arm so the mistletoe would hang between you. "M-My! 'Tis a surprise, mine fair lady! Lo, we both stand underneath the mistletoe! What a coincidence indeed." Her cheeks were pink as she expectantly stared up at you.

"We must follow tradition, yes?"